Anal sex fisting and degradation Part 13
When I got up the next morning and walked past the mirror, I took a look and smiled. My body was covered in bruises and my ass cheeks were bloody. It looked like a car had ran me over 10 times. But in fact, it was my husband and my sister. My daughter. I didn’t quite know what to call her. But I knew that I liked what I saw. Every injury brings you back stronger. And I wanted to be the strongest. Not only physically, but also mentally. Andy and Cindy were sitting on the terrace, she was in his...